Page 103 of No Pucking Way


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I let out a moan. This had to be the best way to wake up, even better than pancakes and chai. Jack covered my mouth, letting out a little groan himself as if he was overwhelmed by the sounds I was making.

I tried to writhe away from them as sensations started to overcome me, but the two of them had me pinned firmly to the table, making it impossible for me to escape Sebastian’s incredible tongue as he drove me further and further into my orgasm.

As I cried out as the powerful orgasm ripped through me, Jack moved to kiss the sides of my throat in the way that drove me crazy, releasing one hand so that he could slide it down my body and caress and tweak my nipples.

Having two big, powerful men work my body like this, to incredible ecstasies of pleasure, was amazing.

But even as I was clenching around Sebastian's incredible tongue, I couldn't help but think, why not four? How incredible would four men be?

“You all are degenerates,” Carter said, sounding amused as he leaned in the doorway.

Sebastian caught my wrists and pulled me up to sit. The world swam, as if I were lightheaded from the power of that orgasm, but it didn't matter, because he gathered me up into his arms as if I weighed nothing. He lifted me against his body, my throbbing clit pressed against his bony hip through his gray sweatpants, and he carried me with him as he went to get a cup of coffee. “You’re just mad you slept through all the fun.”

Carter's gaze sparkled. “Not all the fun. We’re not done.”

“She needs to eat first. Get ready for the game,” Sebastian said. “You’re going to watch, right?”

“I can’t,” I said. “I'll be working.”

The three of them all stopped as if I'd said I were going to go to the game naked. Actually, they probably would have reacted better to that.

“Why?” Jack asked. “I get it, you're independent. But you just lost your apartment. Life’s been busy lately. You’re trying to recover your memories…You should take some time to rest and recover. We can make sure you have everything you need.”

“I have to work, and of course I'm going to watch your game as much as I can, but I also need to find time to do some apartment hunting soon. I'm gonna have to get a new place.”

“No, you aren't.” Sebastian set me back down on the edge of the island, but this time when his big arms were braced on either side of me, I felt like he was using his massive size to dominate me. “You can live with us.”

“I can't just live with you,” I said in exasperation. “Look, possessive-and-protective can be a cute look, but not if you take it too far.”

I wished I wasn't having this conversation naked. I tried to escape Sebastian's thick arms, but it was like a bunny trying to escape an iron cage.

“Let her go,” Jack urged. Always the reasonable one. Then he added, “If you want your own place, we’ll help you get one. It just...needs to be safe.

“And nice enough for us to sleep over,” Carter muttered.

“My old apartment was safe,” I said. “Nothing bad ever happened to me there in five years. Except for the fire.”

Jack and Sebastian exchanged a look. “Exactly, except for the fire,” Sebastian said smoothly. “Kennedy, we just want to take care of you. Why is that so terrible? It doesn't seem like anyone's taken care of you for a long time. Why not let us do it?”

“It's not terrible,” I protested. “I appreciate it. But you can't pretend that your care doesn't come with some strings. Like, I don't think I'm exactly going to be invited to bring Greyson over to watch a movie.”

They all stiffened. Sebastian bristled at my second mention of Greyson.

I mean I bristled at the mention of Greyson–I was still confused and upset about what had happened the other night…

But it just didn't feel right not to be with all four of them.

Which was interesting, when the four of them used to be so close.

“Why did he give up hockey, anyway?” I asked.

“Maybe because Greyson was always a better gangster than he was a wing?” Carter said, his voice harsh.

Carter was captain of the Devils, but from the articles I'd found, Greyson had been captain of their high school team. And he had led them to a state victory.

“Then why was he captain of your team in high school?”

A look of frustration came over Carter's face. “I can't talk about this before a game. I need to focus.”

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